Posts by COSMICKIT.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]He hadn't expected to see Sam ever again. He had torn himself up in his own time after realizing he should of run after her. He didn't enjoy being the only one leader of WindClan. He didn't... hadn't known what to feel. It was confusion for him now. Constant fear. All of it was just hurting him ⏤ as he had fallen back into being in some sort of pain. A whole newfound deal of stinging and burning, as whatever shadows were so-desperately trying to rip into his head again. But now the wolf stood, off to the side as if he was watching an entire scene play out, and trying to think wasn't real, just a show ⏤ and there was no dead body, and Sam wasn't broken. It was all real, though. All of it ⏤ in front of him and Cosmic just wanted to fall onto his knees and glance towards the lioness with a look of defeat. Tired, he was so tired of the world around him. He was so sick of the violence, and he was so sick of the constant fighting and conflict. Sick of watching everyone just fall to the ground and fear those who caused the violence. The world was controlled by cruelty, nothing was ever fair. He just wanted to be free of whatever wrecked his body. The canine body in front of her wasn't familiar to him, and he didn't seem to care now.

His shaking line of sight was focused on Sam. Memories felt as if they were replaying themselves. One by one. And Cos began to realized that Sam was truly one of the last of who he had looked up to. She was someone who had shaped him into who he had become. Part of him felt... anger at the thought, and the other was feeling hurt. He let her down. He let them all down. He let Chartedstars ⏤ fall and break, and now Sam. Everything was a mess now, as his thoughts bounced back and forth and started to hardly make any sense.

And then, Cosmicknight didn't offer any words of 'sorry' or anything of the sort. Instead he looked as if his legs would just come out from underneath him. Hardly standing, because he was so done, and whatever shadows were close to breaking the last walls put up by himself. If anything, on his exterior ⏤ the male looked plainly defeated. "Wh-what happened, Sam?"

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]/wipes eyes
ROMANSBAB I WILL MISS BLUE V MUCH </3
if u decide to leave the site- u should skype me man + we GOTTA keep contact
also my muse is rip :c

One by one they were all falling. Mentally, or physically ⏤ and Cos was dying himself. Sam's appearance had shaken him down, and it was now soon. Soon for him to just break all together, and there was no more fight left in him. Bluepaw's body had shoved him even closer to that dangerous end, as he had gone close to before ⏤ but this time there would be no return of 'Cosmicpaw'. He had been growing close to the the apprentice, and... had almost offered for himself to mentor her. He had seen himself in her and now she was gone. Dead. The WindClan leader didn't glance at the others at the scene, and only stood in some sort of solemn state.

There were no words coming from him, because he had nothing to say ⏤ staring at the body with a great amount of distance in his hazel eyes.

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]/ basically- his general health is just declining really fast, but there's not actual "medical" reason for it- she can just diagnose him as he's just- "dying" but for a reason she can't explain.

And here the once bold and confident leader was, tilting over with a look of heavy defeat and exhaustion playing within his now-dull gaze. It'd come on so quick ⏤ so out of the blue. Random, was a good word to describe how it all was affecting him. He felt more than sick. He felt as if his entire body was just finally tearing itself apart, and his mind was becoming more susceptible to whatever shadows in which were lurking. They could of easily taken him now, as his defenses were gone but it was almost as if whatever darkness was just waiting now. It was like it had one hand around his throat, but wasn't fully making an attempt to launch towards him. A slow suffocation instead, making him burn up and slowly fall not his knees. His head dropped, along with his tail and his entire posture just looked ⏤ weakened. "Hey ⏤ Kate." There was a pause. "Holydove, sorry." She'd... always be Kate to him, Holydove was just more of a professional name.

He was forced to take a seat, paws pressing into the softer ground with a look of worn. It'd come on so fast... many WindClanners would probably start wondering on whether or not ⏤ he was okay. Truthfully, no, Cos was not. "Can you do me a favor?" This was almost ironic for him. Being checked up on? It was something he had avoided as a child and apprentice. But, no, this was different. There was a quick shuddery breath, as he picked up his head again, holding onto some dignity in his appearance for now.

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]And here he was, overlooking the WindClan camp with hardly any type of look in is eyes. There was no strength. There was no sharpness. It was just blank, his expression nothing but his lips pressed into a tight line. Eventually, the male would slide onto his stomach ⏤ muling over things in his head. This or that. His head tilted forwards, glancing at his paws ⏤ and to anyone passing by, he'd just look like someone who was tired, just lying on the ground. His muscles ached and groaned with every small movement, and his head ⏤ it throbbed. Enough to where he lifted his paw upwards to touch his own temple.

"WindClan, meeting."

He had changed. Cosmicknight didn't look like his old self. But ⏤ not into someone more violent, just defeated. There was a slow shaking of his head, pulling his cranium up some more. He knew what he wanted to do. "Rome and Kagome are demoted." There was some flicking of his ear, as he wasn't going to go on about other things now. "Ophelia, Honeypaw, Lessa, and Vader are all promoted to Guardians." Another pause, as his mouth felt dry. "Cherviltea and Sanctifiedpaw are promoted to Advisors. Padmé is also promoted back up to an advisor." Speaking his girlfriend's name caused his head to duck downwards. But, no, he continued. "And shoutout to Ariel."

His next announcement was something he wasn't sure about, but Cosmicknight knew he couldn't be their leader anymore. He... was ⏤ not capable. There were things wrong with him. Cos knew it'd only be a matter of time before he was either dead. Or worse. His own eyes softened at the thought, they were weak ⏤ but whatever fight in him had disappeared over a period of a few days. "I'm stepping down." The words sunk into him, but caused close to no emotion now. "I'm incapable of leading, and in my place I want Praguespring to step up as leader if he accepts." His jaws clamped against each other again, but not forcefully. "Prague is a strong advisor of WindClan, and if I wasn't stepping down he'd be my chosen deputy. He works hard for this clan, and I've not once ever seen him slack off when something needs to be done. He'll make a good leader." The wild-dog looked more in pain than anything else. Not mentally, but more physical as his paws pushed themselves into the soil so that he could sit up. "Prague, if you wish to add anything to this meeting you may do so."

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]Cosmicknight hadn't always been a canine, despite his own preference of his current body. He'd been a serval. Cosmickit had been this original name, not Cosmicpup. The memories of it were all faded, laced in with shadows and black because his head was foggy. But, no, it wasn't all gone. His ears flattened against his head as images of his own siblings and mother flashed in front of him. They'd all been the same then. They had been a simple family. Things hadn't bee that way for long, but the ex-leader treasured the happier feelings which came with the thoughts. And now Padmé was a paler wolf, and again their colors contrasted but he still ⏤ loved her so much. It was almost strange for him to think of himself a warrior, but heavy relief accompanied the rank. Tired and exhausted, Cos wasn't fit to lead, and he didn't even fight against the thought anymore. He wasn't the sharp warrior he'd once been.

His head tilted inwards as he came up alongside the other WindClanners commenting on her new form. He knew it was Padmé, he would always know because the two of them ⏤ were so close. He saw the same set of eyes. There was some sort of inaudible sigh as his paws dragged themselves forwards so that the wolf was somewhere by her side. There was a look of some content spreading across his face, but the emotion was weak and soft in his eyes. He had no ⏤ or hardly real energy to push on some sort of large grin. There was a dipping of his head. "Hey." Was his greeting, voiced in a softer tone of voice, but it was a note of making himself present.

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]/he's coming back, i'm just doing this for a plot- a v big plot. but idk when he'll come back!!

Had they even cared to where the previous WindClan leader had stumbled off to? Did they even know? Did they even think about him? After his final meeting, Cosmic and stumbled away ⏤ left in the shrouds of darkness and solitude. Only once had he gone out to show his face, and that had been for Padmé. Nothing else after that. His nights and days had begun to blend together, enough to where he had ended up closing his eyes in broad daylight only to jump awake in his own fear during the night. An endless cycle of constant confusion. A feeling of heavy weakness kept upon his shoulders and pushed him down, ripping him back and forth until he was forced to mentally cry out in some sort of pain. Was he dying? Technically, yes, but it wasn't a normal death. He'd long ago lost his true self, and for a period of time before himself stepping down Cos had been able to become his actual self. It hadn't lasted long, as whatever demons within him had started to quite literally kill him from the inside. Was it a punishment for him? He hadn't let them take over before, his mind, and instead had pushed them out. Now they were just making him suffer, dragging their cold claws constantly down his neck and back.

No one had gone to make sure he was okay. They'd forgotten him, like his thoughts had told him they would. They preyed on the weaker parts of his cranium, telling him that they didn't want him anymore ⏤ that he'd never been their strong leader. Sam, who wasn't even around much, had been the last female to actually give him some part of trust after his mentor's death. His family was not around. He had no ⏤ friends. He was a male who had been ripped from his childhood. He had lost everything ⏤ but Padmé, and Cosmicknight was afraid to lose her like all the rest. The boy didn't want to hurt her, he already had done his damage. There'd be no fairy tail ending for them, not now, maybe never ⏤ not like Holydove and Praguespring, not like his mother and father. He was just a screw up. A rotten WindClanner, ruining a long line of prestigious family.

And now the once sharp and brave canine was acknowledging it, something the ex-leader had been told all his short-lived life ⏤ he was dangerous, unwanted, untrusted. Perhaps this wasn't true any longer, in the present, but after being spoken to in such away for more than half of his life, it never left. Scars that never completely healed, and so he stood ⏤ at the border, glancing behind his shoulder. He was going to come back, he knew ⏤ but he had to deal with certain things in his life. The wolf needed to make himself different, he wanted to trust his own self, he wanted to marry Padmé. There were so many things Cosmicknight wanted to do, but if he kept living like this he would die, and so he was going to give in. Give into the part of him in which wanted strength, blood on his paws, and so much more ⏤ he wanted to cause destruction, so much... that part of him wanted to cause pain. His breath shuddered as the doors began to creak open into his mind, unleashing things slowly. Once he was far away, Cosmicknight would let the demon take over, a sacrifice in hopes of letting his body shake and shudder so that maybe once day he could come back to WindClan. When the demon was done with its own damage, if it ever would be ⏤ he'd come back, right?

Another shuddering breath was there as his legs shook, and Cosmicknight looked the worst he had ever. Eyes sinking into the back of his head, as there was no real true life and spark there, maybe a flicker of madness as things began to slowly leak into his head ⏤ as whatever demon knew Cos was finishing up in his own body. His ears flattened against his head, as he parted his jaws. There was so much pain, but he was doing it so that he could come back, if ever. There was a sick laughing in the back of his head, as the shadows and darkness there knew it had won. "I'm leaving." His voice was a mix of something soft and something filled with such ⏤ evil, as he and whatever else were blending together and Cos was doing nothing to stop it.

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]He hadn't really expected Praguespring to be the first, but part of him was still relieved to a certain point. The wolf glanced towards the tiger, as part of him leaned back and forth as if he was close to falling down, shaking and crumbling. His question caused a sudden tightness in his chest, because he didn't want to answer. "I don't know." Was his truthful answer, as Cos himself did not know where the demon soon to possess his body was about to take him. "Good luck, though, Praguespring. You're a good leader, there's a reason I chose you." His words were shaky, but they meant well. "Congrats to you and Holydove, too." The ex-leader shifted again, tail dragging itself low across the ground. Chervil had his attention next, his hazel gaze switching over the the advisor. He'd been a loyal member for a long time now, so it seemed, and Cos knew the collie was going places. "You too." There was a sharp inhale.

Take care of himself? There was a quick clamping of his jaws. Another clanmate approached, one he hadn't met ⏤ but there was a weak flicking of his ear in some form of thanks, but his paws itched to turn away and break into a bound. He wanted to be free of his own suffering, he was giving up to whatever wanted to take control of his mind. Though, it wasn't all for nothing ⏤ it was so that he could come back and be himself. What he did in the time of possession, Cosmic wasn't sure, but he knew it would involve terror.

"What?" Oh, no. "Padmé." It tore him up further, but Cos could do nothing now. "I'll come back for you." How he would come back was another story. His eyes tore over the one he loved. The ex-leader did nothing but stand in some form of silence for a while, watching her face as she stepped to move in front of him. The canine felt her trying to find him, but as he stood there crumbling there was a shifting of his weight. "I love you. I don't want to leave, but there's something I need to do." The warrior stared at her for a long while, only shifting his gaze to eye the other unknown WindClanner who came to say goodbye. "I have to go." Was what he said, moving his head towards in an attempt to give her an affectionate nosing upon her cheek. "Wait for me." In what he meant by that... who knew. Though the now-loner was quick to take weak step backs, pushing his paws around in order to step away ⏤ quick to break into a loping bound, disappearing from sight.

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]/ omg tack for now because my wifi is being shaky
i'm gonna post here right away tomorrow lmao since retro

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]/ brb crying track

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]YUP, so this is Cosmicknight ⏤ an ex-leader of WindClan, who only recently stepped down because of his physical + mental state. BASICALLY, he just left WindClan behind for now, hoping to return when he's no longer possessed. LONG STORY short, he was born w/ some "dormant demon" and after his mentor's/very close friend's death, it began to play into his thoughts. It progressively got worse, until he was no longer himself. Cosmic ended up fighting it off, but grew really sick over the past month because the "demon" was just killing him in order to take control/blend w/ him completely again, and be successful this time. SO, he made the decision to leave, because he didn't want to hurt anyone + and he needed to deal w/ the demon who is now sorta' blended with him- because if he just kept fighting it he'd die anyways. SINCE he's semi-possessed atm, Cos goes back and forth between being himself and seeing the damage he's done, and just being completely ruthless + having a thirst for blood + damage + etc, and he can't control it.

RN HE'S just a traveling loner, so I'm open for any threads w/ anyone. REPLIES might be slow + casual, as I'm on vacation rn. BUT, I have no other currently constantly active, so I kinda' have all the time in the world when I'm actually on FF.

- IT can be just a thread where your character finds him all shaky + etc, and they maybe get to know each other... where he's in control of himself, but it'd be cool if this type of thread had a motive to it, so it's more than just an interaction thread!

OR,

- It can be a thread where he REALLY harms your character:
> Kills one of your character's bodies.
> Really injures them in any way you would like.
> Tortures them himself.
> Rape, but no litters from these.
> Etc, etc, etc... whatever you can think of, I'm game.

The demon doesn't necessarily care for WindClan's allies, so he can just do anything to anyone, no matter the alliance/group they are in. I MIGHT be a lil' hesitant on WindClan members, but it really all depends on what sort of plot you want to do.

<3

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]/ slides in cos
lmao, he's not in windclan rn but he's not gone forever SO YEs
stalking the ooc board just cus'

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]A dirty red splattered itself over his coat, puddles of sickly crimson forming around his paws as he stood over a child ⏤ eyes reflecting a stinging yellow color, a fresh layer of bitterly colored paint. The kid underneath him choked back and forth, calling for its mother, but there was no mercy in those oculars. His posture so rigid, breath heavy as he watched the younger wolf writhe back and forth, crying as he tore at the other's leg. Yellow canines sank into flesh, pulling and yanking until there was no more life in the adolescent. Further blood spat over his muzzle as he took pieces of flesh into his mouth. There was no Cosmicknight now, only just ⏤ a monster, his own head dropped back as he swallowed whatever in his mouth with some sort of devilish grin. The darker colored wolf was... eating the one he had just slaughtered. The true Cos was internally gagging, screaming and crying.

It'd been a near week since his departure from WindClan. Padmé's words still iced over his heart, and Sam's screams for him brought cold claws down his spine. It was all so painful. This, this ⏤ possession, though, was far worse than death. He should have fought, he should have ⏤ simply allowed himself to fall into death by the shadows in which had been internally ripping him to shreds. He should have. Cosmicknight wanted to be welcomed by death with open arms. He'd hurt so many, he'd killed innocent passerby rogues, some other clanners. Foam constantly dripped from his mouth, creating a further bitterness in his own mouth. Dried blood never left his ragged looking coat, both from himself and his victims. Cosmicknight was trapped in an endless nightmare, where everything continued to blend together, and when he was able to move his own paws, he could hardly do anything. Paws stuck in the soil, and he ⏤ shuddered and shook like a madman. It wasn't like he was tucked way in the back of his mind, no, he had to watch it all. He had to watch what the demon did. The sapphire blue sky shone overhead, not a cloud in sight but the ground below him was so very stained with death.

It was only perhaps some time later, when most of the body had been swallowed up by himself did Cos take a heavy inhale, launching onto all-fours before quickly collapsing back onto his weak haunches. The demon had taken its fill. Cosmic, no matter how hard he tried, was unable to throw everything back from his stomach and so he sat eyes wide. There was so much pain there. He didn't want this. He didn't want to be sitting upon the ground and staring at an innocent child. This... hadn't ever happened before, the male hadn't ever eaten any of those he injured or killed. His own ears flattened against his head, mouth continuing to drip white foam, enough to where it slipped down his chin and onto his chest mixing in with the sweat and blood. Everything stung, everything ached ⏤ his eyes wore a constant look of madness, despite it now being the ex-leader currently holding himself up. Throughout the weeks the wolf had kept himself running from the WindClan border, because he couldn't hurt them, no... no he couldn't. Now, though, the demon had brought him almost close, but Cos couldn't run now. Instead, he bent away from the body, and moved to press his head into the cold ground, bringing his paws in order to try and cover his own ears while lying in his stomach, as the screaming ⏤ crying... none of it would stop.

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify] musey > *wavesss

reiko > WE SHOULD probs go w/ the torture, because THEN cos would have to switch into a bear body- which he doesn't normally have lmao... also its easier to write out a 'torture' in words, YA feel me? ANYWAYS, i can make the thread in a sec if that sounds good to you?

villain > OML it makes sense don't worry, half of the time i hardly make any sense. BUT YES, i like this idea v much. its so /ANGSTY/ *shakes fist. LET'S do it. i can make the thread!!

pen > *wink wink

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]/track on sub + daddy track
*winks @ scene

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]There was not an ounce of light within his bitter yellow eyes, as Cosmicknight himself was not in control. The wind did nothing but pick itself up and shift his coat back and forth while the wolf's own paws pressed roughly into the hard soil near DarkClan's borders. The true Cos could do nothing but watch through a devil's gaze as his legs rigidly swung back and forth, shoulders rising and dropping with every step while a sickly white foam dripped from his parted jaws and down his chin. His own coat was covered in its own dried blood, a dark red crimson color which blended as if it belong in his heavy chocolate coat. His ears swiveled forwards so stiffly, because there was no feeling. No emotions. No heart. The ex-leader couldn't fight it, there was no strength left in him now. There was trauma laced into his thoughts now. And, oh, their screams ⏤ the yelling for mercy echoed continuously throughout his head and forced it to throb so violently.

Covered in sweat as well as everything else, the demon continued ⏤ forcing the true Cosmicknight, once a brave and bold warrior of WindClan back further to simply be nothing but a spectator to its crimes. The shadows in control of Cos wanted destruction, death... to slaughter them, as there was a thirst to be quenched. And Cosmic did nothing but scream, he pounded on the walls as children were brought down by his own paws, as blood splattered across his muzzle and his own tongue moved to wipe the maroon from his yellow canines. A metallic stench never left him now, as the current evil taking hold of most of his actions refused to let him do anything close to bathe when Cos himself was in control. The two of them were forced into one body, and the demon, obviously had much more control. A grip upon him so tight, knuckles would be quick to turn a pale white. His head was suddenly snapping towards the brush, stopping in his tracks and ducking downwards in a stalking-like position with murderous oculars. Another victim, surely, and Cosmicknight could do nothing but watch once again as he had to do with every innocent victim. But, was death better than this? Where he would never be able to see those he loved again, perhaps? To never to see Padmé again? Though, would Cosmic ever be able to face her once again ⏤ would she ever love him again after knowing who he had become now?

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]Who had he become?

Cosmicknight stood ⏤ looming heavily over a younger BlizzardClanner, a powerful paw pressed over the other's throat ⏤ in an attempt to silence and choke the domestic feline. The female's eyes were nothing but wide, while his own wore no feeling, no emotion, no heart. The ex-leader was not in any control, as his head bent downwards, jaws parted and yellow-tainted foam dripping heavily from his mouth. Enough to where drops fell onto the apprentice's neck, causing a flinch each time. For a while, the loner watched it travel down around her neck with mad near-yellow eyes. He was... so still, so quiet, as if to taunt his victim who did nothing now but tremble as she choked for air. To breathe, but she was near-unable. It was a slow torture. Only during sharp and quick moments would his presence ease up for her, and she'd desperately grasp for something. Not long after his muscles would tense and Cos would push back down with his foreleg, cutting off her oxygen. Crushing her throat, and causing a further widening of her eyes.

Soaked in crimson, Cosmicknight was trying to do something in order to help her, but the shadows did nothing. His strength was drained, pulled away as if he was nothing but a mere child. Their screams for help, for mercy did nothing but haunt him in his solitude as he was forced to watch further, not in control. Blood, both new and old splattered and mixed into his thicker coat. It pressed against his normally lean frame, some ribs now protruded from his sides. His own health was declining, but nothing to the extreme yet. The demon itself needed a host, after all. Though, was death better than this? To hurt them? He longed to do nothing more than be with those he loved, but in no way could Cosmic bring himself close to WindClan. He couldn't hurt them. He couldn't hurt her. There was a stiffening of his muscles as the shadows controlling the ex-WindClanner felt his own pain, but it was silenced. The girl in front of him was surrounded in her own blood, dying a slow death. In her small puffs of breath, she called for her brother ⏤ clear tears could only roll down her face, but there was no sympathy from someone as evil as him, as the devil. Cosmic tore about, but in no ways did he affect anything now. The former apprentice to Chartedstars simply looked like a monster now. A monster.

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify] reiko > pmed you the thread!
villain > also sent you your thread!

Rylie > no we can totally do something! it's more for just me not wanting cos to hurt /too/ many windclanners because when he's in "control" he constantly is trying to run away from windclan- because he doesn't want to hurt them. he doesn't want to hurt anyone of course > but like he rather hurt others instead of his home (as hard as that is). BUT YES, he can hurt her- but maybe kinda' come back into control and be so desperate about like "please, don't tell them" super begging and all y'know + cus he's just so afraid of himself / doesn't want windclan to know. i can make or you make?

@crested > omg totally. maybe he can kinda' find cosmic in control of himself, but as he has been for a while now all covered in blood + sweat + etc- and ask him what's wrong? and maybe he can see in his eyes or something... that he's semi-possessed / struggling with something? thoughts?

Kaizo > *waves !! i'm totally up for anything you wanna' do in the future!!

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]OML FAN + FELIX HEY!!
track because cos isn't in windclan atm

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